“Well, s**t,” I mutter when I wake up. It wasn’t a dream. I’m still here. I’m still a princess. I’m still in pain.
“Princess,” Prince Joseph admonishes. “You cannot let the queen hear you speak like that. I mean it.”
His voice is so firm, but I don’t care. I don’t think I care about anything anymore.
“Will she kill me if she does?” I ask.
“She may,” he says.
“Good.” Perhaps tomorrow I’ll tell her to f**k off when she forces me to eat. “I don’t want to be here. I don’t want this life.”
“You have everything you could ever dream of,” he says, sitting on the side of the bed as I rise up to lean against the headboard. I pull the blanket up to cover me. “You’re well taken care of.”
I look at my mate in disgust. “You can’t be serious. All I want is to be loved and cared for.
